I object!

Ok, so cooking meat is not that hard. My massively awkward Fenella story is already funny. I got this job (!!!) doing laundry and cooking for this 94 year old woman who is pretty much the greatest person in the history of Canada. She is completely mobile and coherent. But man, does she love her meat. Sometime I will possibly tell you about the cornish hens.

Being me, I didn't even clue into the fact that being a vegetarian might be a problem until she and her daughter had already interviewed and decided that they wanted to hire me. Cue massive guilt trip and panic. I hadn't eaten meat in 11 years, what made me think I could cook it?

I should add that I am still closeted at work. I like it that way, awkward meat conversations notwithstanding.

In any case, I have many kind friends - and sisters! - and now receive regular updates on people's meat experiences via email. Eva, the writer friend sent me a Pork Tenderloin recipe a few days ago. A week ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell you if a "Pork Tenderloin" was real or made up.

My gmail has a "meat" label. Please consider the implications of that sentence.

Also, my friends consider it a source of great hilarity. Whatever.

I made Mom's tourtiere the other day. Om nom nom. I mean, no I did not sleep with eat that ground pork. Whatever. I am cool with cooking/handling meat. I just don't want to eat it. Man, does it smell good though :( Tourtiere!

I'm just grateful I didn't have to debone the chicken breasts last week. That would not have ended well.